Being A Puppy

I'm not even sure I know how to spell vigilence. Maybe it's vilijenz. I woke Brad up at 5:23 this morning by trying to eat a little plastic thing that was filled with red sticks with points on the end of them. Brad freaked out when he woke up. I heard him say something like "Brooks, if you swallow those, they'll puncture your stomach and I'll have to take you to the dog hospital." I'm not really sure what he meant, but I know that it was pretty fun to watch him go from fast asleep to running around the bedroom chasing me while I crunched on the little box.